Pocket butler

David appeared beside me in our home office, presumably having followed the sound of my curses from the other room. “What’s up?” “It’s my laptop charger,” I said. “I’ve tried it in every outlet, and it’s

SYM-phony (Try to say “symphony” with a straight face)

Cocktail Caviar (playing with molecular gastronomy)

“I brought the emotion blender,” Jordan said with a smirk. He held up a box containing his immersion blender, which I’d erroneously thought was called an emulsion blender, and which my phone autocorrected to emotion blender when I’d texted my

Public Mastication (Stop Moralizing My Food Choices)

Basic etiquette tells us there are three subjects one should refrain from discussing at work, with casual acquaintances, or around the holiday table: sex, politics, and religion. Before I continue, let me first admit that I’ve

Color me ecstatic

David smiled at me with fascination. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited about anything,” he said. This coming from the man who sees me perform an elaborate “happy dance” every time he whips